Between the Boarders.

Things that were made between the the spots, in trains and between ideas, that don’t really have a place to call their home. But often these are the sweetest things.

All das was heimatlos ist. Dinge die nicht an einem Ort gewachsen, sondern ein Konglomerat verschiedenster Substrate sind. Ohne Heimat, ohne Grund. Aber oft die Schönsten glaub ich.